A crushing blow to hope and yet
Though frail it’s hard to kill
Despite what wisdom says to it
It’s hard to heart unfill
Its feathers keep it in the air
Reality sends snares
But even so the lofty heights
Prevent the arrow’s tears
A dream is mortal but it’s strong
Evasive, fleeting, fast
Defended from sharp logic’s spears
As they go flying past
But weak to but a single strike
That makes it to its heart
That makes it to the heart to stop
Hope’s origin at the start